swooning isn't for teenies anymore

For the first time in a long time, I looked at it as the whole versus the part.

I remember why I fell in love with you again.

How you always left that pleasant taste in my mouth and that skip in my heartbeat.

So wear me like a locket around your throat…

You changed my life. You left my naïve soul gasping for air and clawing for more.

It’s not just the lyrics, or the bassline, or the riffs. It’s all together now.

And baby, I’m fucking floored.

So bury me in memory, his smile’s your rope…

Jesus Christ.

I love that beat more than I love most people.

You get me through everything. I build my fortress with your words; I carve my values with your riffs. I make my soul with your records.

Every time it hits me, I feel like myself again.

Got a sunset in my veins…

Growing into myself is growing into the lyrics.

It’s ridiculous. Ludicrous at best. Obscene? Most definetly.

But it’s me. It’s me all over. And I can’t deny it.

Where is your boy tonight?

Thank you. Thank you for everything.